CHAPTER 060: Guillotine
I exhale, trying to picture the room in my mind.
But spinning has done its work. I have no bearings. I could be facing the wall. The bed. That terrifying X–shaped frame.
That’s the point.
He didn’t want me to choose. He wanted fate to choose.
So I take a step. Then another. I keep walking, arms out, breath shallow. My palms skim the air. Then.
Bump.
My knees hit something.
I reach forward. Cold iron. Then softer–mattress.
The bed.
“Great choice,” Knox murmurs–right into my ears.
I jump. “Jesus, you scared me.”
The words barely leave my mouth before he’s pushing me forward, pressing my head down onto the bed. My ass is lifted high into the air, and a sharp swat lands on my ass cheek. I yelp in surprise. Knox’s voice is low and commanding behind
- me.
“What did I say about talking, Bunny?”
I bite my lip, remembering his rule. “No talking, Master.”
He lifts me even higher, and the next spank lands directly on my vulva, targeted precisely at my clit. The sensation is
electrifying, and I moan loudly, my insides clenching with a sudden, intense need to be filled. He spanks that spot again, and I cry out.
“Would you speak without being told to?”
“No.”
“No, what?” he demands.
“No, Master,” I gasp, my voice shaking with desire.
“That’s a good girl.”
He leans down to kiss one of my ass cheeks gently. The contrast between the pain and the tenderness makes me moan.
He lifts me with infuriating ease, carrying me deeper onto the bed. I feel the shift of the mattress beneath us, hear the rustle of chains, the click of something being adjusted.
He maneuvers me into a kneeling position. I feel his hands at my shoulders, guiding my neck and arms downward. A cold surface touches my skin–a frame? It feels… constraining.
He presses my wrists into indentations.
Then–click.
Something closes over the back of my neck. Something heavier than cuffs.
My heart stops. I freeze.
A guillotine.
It feels like a guillotine.
Even though I know he’s not going to hurt me, my breath shallows. I don’t feel any less scared than someone who’s about to be beheaded. My mind is screaming in every direction, but my body is unusually needy and horny.
A moment later, I feel his touch again. He’s wrapping something around my ankles. A cool material. Then I hear a metallic click, locking the buckles in place.
In one pull, he splays my legs so far apart that I can feel the strain on my thighs. The metal in the middle makes it impossible to move my legs. I’m completely exposed, vulnerable, and at his mercy. I can’t move. I can’t even lift my head. “This,” he says, “is exactly where you belong, spread wide onen for me”
I stay there listening as Knox gets off the bed. Successfully unlocked! Each passing second. I wait, my body tense, until I finally feel the bed dip again and something cuiu and we buy between my ass cheeks. The sucking sound of a bottle tells me it’s lube, and I can’t help but gasp at the coldness.
Knox’s hands follow, trailing the lube everywhere. He caresses my ass, my back, and then his fingers find my back entrance. He slides one finger in.
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A startled sound escapes me.
“Shh,” he whispers. “I bet you’ve never had anyone here before, have you?”
“No… Um, no, Master.”
“So tight.”
The sensation is both foreign and not unpleasant. He moves it in and out, stretching me gently. Then he adds a second finger.
The stretch makes me moan louder. I find myself pushing back to meet his fingers, eager for more.
“You always take what I give you,” he murmurs. “You’re so responsive. So good.”
He pulls his fingers out and then replaces them with something else, something circular. It enters me gradually–inch by inch–pausing with each ridge. One goes in, and then a bigger one, and another, until all five bumps of the device are inside
- me.
He doesn’t let me adjust to it before I feel another pressure, this time downward, in my vagina. The part of me that’s burning with need. What he pushes inside me feels like ping–pong balls attached to strings. The stretch. The slide. It makes me gasp again.
“You’re dripping,” he says, his voice deep.
The sensation of having things in both holes is overwhelming, not quite enough to scratch the inner itch, but enough to make me squirm. All I want is for him to take me, to fill the void that’s growing with each passing second.
Then he switches something on, and the device in my ass begins to vibrate. The sensation is electric, sending waves of pleasure through my body. It starts at the plug but travels up my spine, down my legs, and into the core of me, where everything is already tight and trembling.
“Oh my God,” I whisper before I can stop myself.
The vibrations ricochet through me. I shake. The movement shifts the balls inside me, making them roll and tap with every tremble. The pleasure heightens. It’s unbearable.
“Remember, Bunny,” Knox says, his voice firm. “You’re not to come until I say so. Do you understand me?”
My voice is ragged. “Yes, Master.”
I hear Knox get off the bed. And then his footsteps come closer until I feel his presence in front of me. My heart races.
“Open your mouth,” he commands. “Take my dick.”
I obey, opening my mouth wide as he pushes into me slowly. I feel him moan as he hits the back of my throat, and I can’t help but moan around him.
My crotch is on fire, and I’m shaking, desperate for more stimulation. This is torture, pure and simple. I can’t beg him to put me out of my misery without breaking the speaking rule, my hands are restrained, and what I want inside me is currently filling my mouth.
“Fuck, Sloane,” he groans as he pulls out and rams his dick into my throat again.
My eyes roll behind the blindfold. My jaw stretches. My thighs quake.
I twerk my hips, wiggling the balls inside me. Whenever I do that, the feeling in combination with the vibration in my ass is out of this world. I can feel the pleasure building, the need for release growing with each passing second.
Knox continues to drive himself in and out of my mouth, and every now and then, he pauses, just long enough for me to choke around him.
When he finally pulls out, I’m panting. He brushes the bangs away from my forehead and leans down, his breath hot on my
ear.
“You’ve never been more beautiful than you are right now, Bunny.”
I whimper, my body aching with need.
“What do you want, my angel?” he asks.
“Please… f–fuck me.”
“How badly do you need it?”
“Very badly, Master.”
“I know. But not yet. I want to play with you a little more.”
I groan in frustration, and he chuckles.
